MATED TO THE CRUEL DEVIL

RED PILL OR BLUE PILL

AMELIA’S POV.

The next day turned out to be different, and I was pleasantly disappointed, to say the least. I was surprised as no one came banging on my door to call me to attend to Alphahole Jax, like they usually did ever since he began tormenting my existence.

I woke up that morning, and sat up looking so confused when I saw the time. It felt just odd, like a shift in the norm that had settled in these past horrible days. But that didn't stop me from doing what I was supposed to do.

I took it upon myself to go to his room and make sure that everything was taken care of.

But I wasn't prepared for what happened next.

I pushed the door open, but to my surprise, I spotted some maids already at work. Some of them were cleaning while the others were typing up the space. Shock wasn't powerful enough a word to describe what I felt at that moment as I wondered what was going on here.

"Hey, could you guys leave?" I called out, looking around in utter confusion. "I need to be doing that, not you people."

Despite my request, they all aired me like I was a ghost. But after I started nagging, and went as far as stopping one of them, they replied.

"Sorry, miss, but we are on strict orders not to allow you do anything here." One of the women who looked significantly older replied. There was an unfamiliar stern look on their faces, and I had no idea what to expect.

"Strict orders?!" I was asking no one in particular, but one of the women replied, her face bent as she stared at the floor.

"The Alpha, his Grace!"

I was stunned as the words left her lips. No, this didn't sound good at all. What did they mean? I was stunned as I contemplated whether to look for Jax and demand an explanation for what was going on here.

A shiver ran down my spine as I thought about the horrible possibilities that could come with this. I wondered if he was deliberately stripping me of my duties, because he was preparing me for something worse?

What was he going to do to me this time, especially after our altercation last night?

I began to reminisce every single moment, the words I said to him, the way I had pushed him off and called him a freak before storming off and banging the door in his face.

"s**t!"

This didn't look good at all! I thanked the maid, hesitantly handing her the scrub before starting for the door. I was so f*****g unsure about what to expect now, but I just hoped he wasn't going to kill me. At least, that was the worst he could do.

I could feel the gears turning in my head as I walked in and out of the Packhouse hallways and corridors, noting the way his aura was almost everywhere.

I wondered if he had done this because of our steamy encounter last night, or because... I had told him I wanted nothing to do with him? The questions continued to come and go, and I couldn't settle on a particular reason.

It all felt too strange for me to grab or understand. But on the other hand, I felt a bit accomplished, because it meant that I had broken through his cold behaviour. I knew for sure that something I had said last night sank in, and that’s why he was acting this way.

I continued to reminisce over last night, the threats he had made about wiping out my people. Yes, I hated the Pack I had come from so much because they made my life a living hell, but knowing that Jax could carry out his threat if he wanted to, made my gut churn.

I was desperately trying to fix the puzzle and make it all connect, but I failed in the end. I couldn't find him, and this time around I was getting a bit too worried about what he was up to.

I returned to my room soon after that, hoping that I would blow the cobwebs away and calm my racing heart. I grabbed a book and began to read, and it wasn't long before I was plunged out of reality. I felt better, but every now and then I was reminded about it.

That was the moment a knock sounded on the door, interrupting my peace. I took a moment to pause my reading. My heart skipped a beat as I swallowed, trying to steady my racing heart yet again.

"Come i-" I was barely done with the words when the door swung open and a maid walked in, carrying a tray of food. She placed the tray right by my bed, on the wide but short stool before walking towards the door and bowing curtly.

"Uum... I think you lost your way." I stuttered, glancing at the maid and back at the food. She shook her head, still carrying a subtle smile across her face. And that's when he appeared.

"Speak of the devil!" I whispered deep down, springing up from bed before tossing the book away like it was some hot potato.

I was getting myself ready, in case he was going to tear me to shreds right now, but he stood there, just staring in my direction. It was difficult to convince myself that he had been the same person I was yelling at last night.

Why was he here? And why is a maid serving me?

I was reminded of death row inmates choosing what they loved, shortly before they were sent to the gallows, and the sight in front of me represented it perfectly, especially with the devil staring at me.

Before I could voice out my confusion, he turned to the maid.

"Get out!" He commanded. She bowed and walked out, gently closing the door as she did. I was alone with the devil himself, and it was terrifying despite the fact that it was day. The sun wasn't bright enough to block out the terror he reeked of.

"What the hell are you doing here?" I demanded. A smile creeped into his face, the kind that always preceded something horrible, like wiping out an entire Pack.

"Do I have to remind you that you're in my damn castle. I choose to walk into any room whenever I want." His cocky attitude keeps getting me pissed, just as he is doing now.

"What are you here for?" I asked, watching his every move. "I came to check up on you, brown hair, and get an answer. You had two choices to make yesterday, but you walked out."

I couldn't believe he really came back here to ask me that. But I knew he wasn't joking either.

"What choice?!" I shot back at him, pretending like I've got no f*****g idea.

"Being my PUPPET, or having your Pack wiped out!" He teased, stressing on the word "puppet", probably trying to get a reaction.

I was so annoyed with the way he said it, but at the same time I couldn't let my emotions get the better of me, not with the way he talked g******e like something random. I was f****d either ways, and the dread settled on my stomach as i thought about what this really meant for me, and the worst possible outcomes of each choice.

"I know what you're thinking, Amelia. With the way you're shaking, it's pretty obvious. I know you can't let me kill your people, so there is no option other than staying with me. You can't go anywhere now, you're nothing!"

The last words caused my jaw to tighten involuntarily in anger. I felt like screaming at him, but I took a deeper reflection.

It was all true, I have always been the outlaw, the freak and I had been treated horribly. I could feel the tears stinging my eyes. I stared at him, choking with hatred.

"I know I'm nothing, and it isn't surprising, but stop throwing it in my face!"